My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

In Nottingham, the midday sun shines on the cobblestone streets.

Suddenly, the bustling crowd retreated to both sides of the street.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen something indescribable.

"Buzz—"

Accompanied by a very faint yet technologically advanced motor hum, a scooter sped through the bustling city center at 25 kilometers per hour.

It was a six-year-old boy.

He wore a pair of tactical sunglasses that were clearly a size too big, carried a silver metal box on his back, and had a stern expression.

His ride was a children's electric car with training wheels.

The car body is light pink, and there is a huge Peppa Pig printed on the front.

To adapt to the cobblestone streets of Nottingham, Earth engineers worked overnight to replace the vehicle with off-road tires and top-of-the-line off-road suspension, and even installed high-lumen tactical spotlights.

"001, please pay attention to your speed. Reckless driving will bring tears to your loved ones' eyes!"

The worried voice of the observer in the command center came through the headset.

Su Yun stepped over a puddle expressionlessly and calmly replied in a childish voice:

"Don't worry, I'm an experienced driver..."

……

Ten minutes later.

Inside the largest grocery store in Nottingham.

Su Yun parked the car at the entrance and walked in with confident strides.

At this very moment, in the command center on the other side of the Earth.

Seated in the first row were more than a dozen of China's top economics experts and history scholars.

They stared intently at the large screen, their notebooks already open, ready to record the first instance of cross-dimensional primitive accumulation of capital in human history.

"According to Plan A,"

An elderly professor with white hair pushed up his glasses, his voice trembling.

"Based on the shared experience of two hundred time-travel novels, the glassmaking technology in ancient worlds was extremely backward. Glass was white gold! It was hard currency!"

"That's right!"

Another expert added:

"The bag of glass marbles that Su Yun brought from the Yiwu wholesale market is theoretically enough to buy half of Nottingham! This will be a textbook example of a game-changing attack!"

On the screen, Su Yun was already standing in front of the counter.

He pulled a handful of colorful glass marbles from his pocket and slammed them onto the table with a "clatter".

"Boss, let's talk about a big deal."

Su Yun's voice was childish yet filled with a sense of pressure:

"These are top-grade glass beads from the Western Regions, extremely rare. Would this entire room full of your goods be enough to exchange for them?"

The shopkeeper was wiping the table with a rag when he heard this, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at the marbles on the table.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The shopkeeper suddenly gave Su Yun a look as if he were looking at an idiot, and disdainfully pushed the marbles towards Su Yun with a rag:

"Get out of here! Where did this brat come from, causing trouble with this burnt waste?"

"scrap?"

Su Yun raised an eyebrow:

"Look closely, this is glass."

"Glassy my foot!"

The shopkeeper casually pulled a cup from under the counter and slammed it onto the table.

"See this? This is a brand new water cup that our Li's Kiln Factory in Nottingham just released last week, two copper soul coins each. Look at the clarity, and look at your beads—they're full of bubbles and cloudy streaks! And the shape, it's not even round! This is some apprentice's failed practice piece, isn't it?"

Su Yun looked down.

The glass the boss brought out was crystal clear, perfectly cut, and refracted a rainbow of colors in the sunlight—the craftsmanship was superb…

They actually crushed those cheap, industrial-looking marbles in his hand.

"..."

Earth, Command Center.

"puff--!"

The old professor, who had just asserted that glass was white gold, spat out the mouthful of strong tea he had just taken a sip onto the screen.

He didn't bother wiping it; he stared intently at the crystal-clear otherworldly water glass on the screen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"This is impossible...this is not scientific!!"

The old professor suddenly stood up, his hands trembling as he pointed at the data screen, his voice cracking with extreme shock:

"This is the refractive index of lead glass! On Earth, to achieve this level of transparency and facets, you need an industrial furnace at a constant temperature of 1400 degrees Celsius and a precise annealing process! How could a society still in the feudal agricultural era possibly do that? Are their laws of thermodynamics just for show?!"

"No! The model is wrong! All the basic parameters are wrong!"

Another expert specializing in ancient economic history frantically flipped through the materials Su Yun had sent back, shouting while sweating profusely:

"We made a mistake based on past experience! We used Earth's technology tree to measure their spirit tree! Spirit power! It's spirit power!"

He slammed an analysis report onto the table:

"A fire-attribute Soul Master can conjure high-temperature flames with their bare hands, and a Soul Master with keen eyesight can perform micron-level polishing! This isn't just outdated handicrafts; it's extraordinary handicrafts where everyone has their own high-precision machine tool!"

The entire expert team was filled with wails of despair, a despair born from the collapse of their faith.

"It's over... the industrial dumping model has completely collapsed."

"Glass, soap, mirrors... these high-profit commodities that rely on technological advancements are not scarce at all in this world where everyone has a martial spirit!"

Lei Zhan stood in the back row, watching this group of think tank members who had just been strategizing and were now stuck in a logical dead end because of a glass. He rubbed his temples helplessly.

Lei Zhan sighed and waved to his assistant behind him.

"That's why you can't completely trust books. When a scholar encounters a soldier, reason is useless."

"Boss, Plan A is completely paralyzed."

The assistant looked at the financial tycoons and trade experts slumped in their chairs, some even needing oxygen, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Su Yun is still waiting over there. Without money, he can't move an inch in that world."

Lei Zhan remained silent.

He watched as these top strategists, who usually gave orders and made decisions, were now failing miserably at the problem of making their first fortune in another world. They were all pale and had bloodshot eyes.

After a long while, Lei Zhan sighed, the sharpness in his eyes fading, replaced by a deeper sense of enlightenment.

"Take the experts away to rest, and arrange for the best medical team. They did their best; it was our decision-making that went wrong."

"Wrong?" The assistant was taken aback.

"We were too arrogant."

Lei Zhan slowly walked to the huge electronic map, his fingers gently tracing the densely packed dots on it:

"We always thought that supporting Su Yun required the most brilliant minds, the theories from the ivory tower. But we forgot that the expert team is good at macro-control, turning 1 into 100, and adding icing on the cake."

Lei Zhan suddenly turned around, his gaze intense:

"But Su Yun is penniless right now. What he needs is the most difficult breakthrough, the one from 0 to 1."

"Those who can do this are often not the elites sitting in offices, but ordinary people who struggle on the streets and fight their way out of the muddy streets."

Lei Zhan's voice gradually rose in pitch, echoing throughout the command hall:

"Su Yun's backing should never have been just a team of a few dozen experts, but the entire nation! Every individual among these 1.4 billion people has their own irreplaceable strengths!"

"Whether they are academicians or street vendors, behind Su Yun, they are all national heroes!"

The assistant felt a surge of excitement rush to his head and straightened his back: "Boss, I understand! Now..."

"Activate Plan B!"

Lei Zhan's eyes sharpened, and with a wave of his hand, his aura was overwhelming:

"Since macro-level speculation in hard currency isn't working, let's do something more down-to-earth! Develop the service industry! Develop the experience economy!"

"Go! Contact the relevant departments!"

"Bring in that guy, Yong, who's always teaching people how to open a shop and start from scratch with a street stall in his short videos... that guy who looks a bit rustic but is full of practical experience!"

Lei Zhan paused, his tone becoming extremely solemn:

"Tell him not to be nervous or feel insignificant. Today, the nation needs his wisdom from the streets to win this battle!"

……

Three minutes later.

The door to the command center conference room was pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing a white T-shirt walked in, trembling, escorted by two fully armed special agents in black.

He is Yong Ge, a popular online catering mentor with millions of fans across the internet.

But at this moment, this godfather who pontificates and berates merchants in his live stream is experiencing the darkest moment of his life.

Looking at the serious-looking big shots in the room, and then at the complicated maps and flashing red lights on the wall, Yong Ge's legs began to tremble wildly, and he almost ran away.

He gripped the iconic thermos tightly in his hand, trying to hide his trembling hands, but the lid still made a "clattering" sound.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Yong Ge cried out in despair in his heart.

All I did was brag a little during my live stream.

I didn't do anything immoral!

Why is even the special operations team being mobilized?

Is this going to kill me?

"Dear...Dear leaders..."

Yong Ge's voice was choked with sobs, and he immediately bowed at a 90-degree angle.

"I confess! I confess everything! Please, please, give me leniency!"

Lei Zhan was about to issue the mission when he heard this and paused for a moment, then revealed a "kind" smile.

He walked over, lifted Yong Ge up like a chick and put him on a chair, and even thoughtfully unscrewed his thermos.

"Brother Yong, right? Don't be nervous. We're not here to punish you or put you in jail."

"what?"

Brother Yong held his thermos, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes:

"No...no arrest? Then...what is it?"

Lei Zhan pointed to the huge screen that occupied the entire wall directly in front of him.

On the screen, Su Yun is riding a pink electric scooter, wandering around the streets of this other world with a depressed expression.

"The organization recognized your talent in selecting restaurant locations in lower-tier markets..."

Lei Zhan placed his hands on the table and stared into Yong Ge's eyes.

"We have a special mission now. We need you to guide our agents in setting up a street stall in a medieval-like alternate world. We want to make money from that world."